Mary Darby Robinson

(1758 - 1800 / England)

Mary Darby Robinson Poems

1. Ode To Della Crusca 1/3/2003
2. Monody To The Memory Of Chatterton 1/3/2003
3. Ode To Valour 1/3/2003
4. Sonnet Xxxiii: I Wake 1/3/2003
5. Sonnet Ii: High On A Rock 1/3/2003
6. To Rinaldo 1/3/2003
7. Ode To Health 1/3/2003
8. Sonnet Viii: Why, Through Each Aching Vein 1/3/2003
9. Sonnet Xxiii: To Aetna's Scorching Sands 1/3/2003
10. Oberon To The Queen Of The Fairies 1/3/2003
11. Sonnet V: O! How Can Love 1/3/2003
12. Ode To The Muse 1/3/2003
13. Ode To Melancholy 1/3/2003
14. Sonnet Xxxvii: When, In The Gloomy Mansion 1/3/2003
15. Sonnet Xxxi: Far O'Er The Waves 1/3/2003
16. Sonnet Xxxii: Blest As The Gods 1/3/2003
17. Sonnet -- The Peasant 1/3/2003
18. Sonnet To Amicus 1/3/2003
19. Sonnet 1/3/2003
20. Sonnet Xxxiv: Venus! To Thee 1/3/2003
21. Sonnet -- The Mariner 1/3/2003
22. Second Ode To The Nightingale 1/3/2003
23. Sonnet X: Dang'Rous To Hear 1/3/2003
24. Sonnet Xxxvi: Lead Me, Sicilian Maids 1/3/2003
25. Sonnet Xxxix: Prepare Your Wreaths 1/3/2003
26. Sonnet Xii: Now, O'Er The Tesselated Pavement 1/3/2003
27. Sonnet Xiii: Bring, Brick To Deck My Brow 1/3/2003
28. To The Myrtle 1/3/2003
29. To The Muse Of Poetry 1/3/2003
30. Sonnet Iii: Turn To Yon Vale Beneath 1/3/2003
31. Sonnet Xxiv: O Thou! Meek Orb 1/3/2003
32. Sonnet Xi: O! Reason! 1/3/2003
33. Sonnet Xviii: Why Art Thou Chang'D? 1/3/2003
34. Ode To Reflection 1/3/2003
35. Poor Marguerite 1/3/2003
36. Ode To Meditation 1/3/2003
37. Sonnet Xxxv: What Means The Mist 1/3/2003
38. The Trumpeter, An Old English Tale 1/3/2003
39. Sonnet To Ingratitude 1/3/2003
40. Sonnet -- The Tear 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Mary Darby Robinson


WHEN from the craggy mountain's pathless steep,
Whose flinty brow hangs o'er the raging sea,
My wand'ring eye beholds the foamy deep,
I mark the restless surge­and think of THEE.
The curling waves, the passing breezes move,
Changing and treach'rous as the breath of LOVE;
The "sad similitude" awakes my smart,
And thy dear image twines about my heart.

When at the sober hour of sinking day,
Exhausted Nature steals to soft repose,
When the hush'd linnet slumbers on the spray,
And scarce a ZEPHYR fans the drooping ROSE;
I glance o'er scenes of bliss to...

Read the full of Absence

All Alone


Ah! wherefore by the Church-yard side,
Poor little LORN ONE, dost thou stray?
Thy wavy locks but thinly hide
The tears that dim thy blue-eye's ray;
And wherefore dost thou sigh, and moan,
And weep, that thou art left alone?

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